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"Nineteen Eighty-four" (by Joe DiMino)
Its not what you do
But the way
You screw them;
Not what you say
But the way
It is said
If said with a Charmers smile
(Suspend and beguile),
They hear it as their own voice
If said with just the right pleasing tone
It will sound
Their song of life
putty
In our hands of orchestration
For State transformation
Control what they hear and seeHell!
Even what they smellget the team
Working on Smell-a-visionnew industry
For the new economy/dichotomy (Oh yes! Still keep them divided):
Even more sotell them what they must talk about
At breakfast tables, prelude for only our Condoned-speech
In their own homes (not really theirs anymore)
(We already listen to their phoneslaugh at their silly freedom
poems);
Manufacture more waste entertainment, sanctioned Prosperity-paste
contrived
by the State);
New Pageantry floats;
Huge screens for them to bellow
Our State-approved notes;
Paint their children in clown faces
No need for mass lobotomy;
When we get through brainwashing
There will be nothing left but space
Between their ears
Mindless place
To be electronically digitized
For Simple-servant needs (automation will handle the Big-stuff)Life
is High Definition,
Magnetic collars
They can dance
But guess WHO always leads?
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